Jenny continues to critique Eleanor's design, pointing out to the model that they could just hem the dress in some particular spot and get rid of "all that stuff by the collar," and the model agrees that it would be much improved. "I just... I feel like the dress is trying too hard. And this part is so '90s..." Cue Eleanor Waldorf materializing from out of the shadows and asking who the fuck Jenny is. "Uh... I'm Jenny Humphrey, the Parsons intern. Uh, I thought you were going home, Laurel went to go meet you." Nope, she came to the office. There's nothing at the house -- giving her daughter an eating disorder, writing letters to her gay husband, dressing her entire house in Veronica's Closet underwear -- that can't wait.
She sends the guy home with her bags and then marvels at how interns suddenly have opinions. Jenny ankle-dips her way into oblivion, backpedaling and eating shit, and Eleanor's like, "Telling the model that has to wear my design all the many, many things that are wrong with it?" Point. She sends the model home and looks at Jenny like she's a bug. Jenny continues to sweat and freak out, and promises it won't happen again. Which Eleanor somehow already knew. "Not here, at least. I need people around here that I can trust." Jenny's mouth opens and closes fifteen times like a codfish. "Clean out your station." Jenny's amazed, having taken apprenticeship lessons from her brother, Mr. "Jay McInerney Can Wait" himself. "No, please, you can't!" Eleanor sticks her hand in Jenny's face from across the room. "Oh yes please I can. And if you are still hoping for a letter of recommendation, you. Won't. Argue." She does the alligator fingers of STFU, Jenny starts to cry, and Eleanor stalks away bitching about the A/C. Oh Eleanor, jetlag is such a bitch! You couldn't smack her around just a little?
In a nod to the '70s heyday of anything-goes outdoor sex, Lord Marcus and Nate are both wandering the park, so they meet up and Marcus is like, "Will I see you at Bleh's tonight?" and mentions that he's bringing the Duchess, which freaks Nate out, and Marcus is all, "Oh yes. Oh, she and Bleh are fast friends, I always find them whispering in a corner. It's a bit troubling, come to think of it..." Marcus runs off and Nate's deltoids are just barely equal to the challenge of carrying the heavy burden of being Nathanial Archibald as he calls V to cancel on her leftover ass yet one more time. Gee, I hope they have yet one more conversation about that later, because I bet this time she'll really impress upon him how important she is to his world.